(SEAGULL SQUAWKING)
(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)
(SIGHS) It's dreadfully hot.
Can't you do something?
I don't own the sun, dear.
(CHUCKLES) Yet.
Well, then I think I'll take a dip.
(SIZZLES)
This he sand is too hot.
(SNAPS FINGERS)
Oh, delightful!
You finally found a use for $20 bills.
(SHRIEKS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(SIZZLES)
(GASPS)
Shark!
(WINCES) Hot!
(SNAPS FINGERS)
(WHIMPERS)
Hey!
(GASPS)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
(SIGHS) Mmm.
Hmm!
(SNARLS)
(SCREAMING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
And this last move proves
the mummy ghost is really Old Man Drummond!
(ALL PANTING)
ALL: Old Man Drummond.
(ALL SIGHING)
And over to the next mystery,
the werewolf mummy is really Dr. Shepard!
(ALL PANTING)
ALL: Dr. Shepard.
(GRUNTS)
And to close out our third mystery,
the vampire/werewolf/ mummy/ghost from outer space is really
Wayne from the amusement park?
(ALL PANTING)
ALL: Wayne from the amusement park.
Like, how is Fred still standing?
Scooby! Go knock Fred over.
-Too tired. -(THUDS)
I'm actually worried about him.
I don't remember the last time Fred even slept!
Ah, he's okay.
He just solved three mysteries at the same time.
His reasoning skills are clearly intact.
FRED: A-ha!
-(FRED GRUNTS) -(CYCLIST GROANS)
And the suspicious cyclist is really...
(SCREAMING) Help!
-Yeah, clearly. -CYCLIST: Stop it!
-(SCREAMING) -(VOICES OVERLAPPING)
FEMALE OFFICER: Easy!
Hmm?
(GROANS)
(OLD MAN DRUMMOND SCREAMING)
Maybe Fred needs a vacation.
SHAGGY: Like, great idea coming to your family's beach house
for a little mystery break, Daph.
But what is up with Fred?
He's got crazy-eyes.
I'm afraid too much stress and lack of sleep
has given Fred a case of hypo-paranoiac mysteriamania.
-(BOTH GASP) -What does that mean?
He think he's surrounded by mysteries only he can solve.
Agreed. Follow my lead.
Isn't this comfy, Fred?
ALL: Isn't this comfy, Fred?
Hmm.
I put you in the special room mother reserves
for important dignitaries.
(SIGHS) I forgot how gorgeous this place is.
-As a kid I hated it because of... -(SNIFFS)
...all of mother's crazy house rules.
(SCREAMS) Coaster!
Now just relax.
I promise nothing will disturb you here.
Really?
Then you've failed to notice,
that we're being watched!
Ha!
Fred.
That's the fifth time you've found nothing in that suit of armor.
MAN: What on Earth?
Miss Blake?
Bellington! There you are!
Guys, this is Bellington, our butler.
Good evening, it's a pleasure...
FRED: The butler did it!
(CRASHING)
I'm so sorry, Bellington, Fred isn't himself.
Or like he's way more himself!
He's too Fred.
I understand, Miss Blake,
but I'm not sure staying here is wise.
People claim a walking shark attacked them on the beach.
BOTH: (GASPING) A walking shark!
Oh, no.
A mystery.
Shh! Fred needs a completely stress-free,
walking-shark-free, mystery-free environment if he's going to get better.
Right! Not a word of this to Fred.
We'll handle it without him.
Very good, miss.
I'll make sure our medical supplies are well stocked.
(GROANING)
So like, we're gonna solve a mystery not only without Fred,
but without him even knowing about it?
We can do this.
We all know Fred's mystery-solving procedures.
What's the first step?
ALL: Split up and look for clues.
Right, Daphne and I should check on Fred,
you two search the perimeter of the house for anything out of the ordinary
like a giant man-eating fish with legs.
SHAGGY: Like, how do we always end up with the worst assignments?
We can't even blame Fred for this.
-I blame Fred. -Yep.
BOTH: Yikes! Running walking-shark!
Like hey! It's Jack Langdale!
He's one of my favorite actors!
Like, I'm a huge fan, Mr. Langdale!
No pictures!
-I don't even have a camera. -No pictures!
(VOICE ECHOING) No pictures!
Huh. I guess this ritzy beach community is full of grumpy celebrities.
Better than grumpy monsters.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
Yikes.
How are you feeling, Fred?
I'm fine. Why, is there some reason I should not be fine?
I find this line of questioning suspicious, Velma.
What are you hiding? In fact,
aren't eyeglasses nothing but a prescription mask?
Velma Dinkley!
Uh... Uh...
Oh, Fred,
I assure you nobody is hiding anything from you.
We're all here just to get some rest.
(BELLINGTON CLEARS THROAT)
I really don't think your mother would approve of you using this room.
It's okay, Bellington.
Mother isn't here, so we don't need to live in fear of her silly rules.
Uh-uh. No, no, no.
Remember, Mother always said,
''A blue plate makes daytime great,
"but if it's night, a red plate's right!"
-What? -(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY SHOUTING)
Like, Daph, Velma?
Can we have a nice, relaxing word with you?
Uh, sure guys!
Try to relax, huh, Fred?
Hmm.
(INAUDIBLE)
Mr. Jones, you must try to get some rest.
Can I get you anything else?
No, thank you. I'm good.
A little shut-eye sounds great.
Very well.
(SCOOBY-DOO SNIFFING)
Are we sure these are his footprints?
They smell fishy.
What Shaggy and Scooby described sounds like the ancient legend
of a shark-man who attacks those who invade his habitat.
His name is Dorsal Foot!
-(BOTH LAUGH) -What, seriously?
(ALL LAUGHING)
VELMA: It sounds scarier in Latin.
This is Jack Langdale's house.
(RUSTLING)
(ALL GASP)
It's Dorsal Foot! He wants an autograph!
Light it up! I always wanted to say that.
Whoa, hey! It's just me, a guy.
Those cameras.
(GASPS) You're a paparazzi!
He's a pizza?
No, a paparazzi is a photographer who takes pictures of famous people.
Name's Charlie Potts.
That shark-monster scared off all the other paparazzi,
but the money one photo of Langdale could earn, is worth the risk to me.
What are you doing around here?
I live next door. I'm supposed to be around here.
Hey, you get me a shot of Langdale,
we can sell it for a million dollars.
-Split the money 70-30. -60-40.
You listen, you.
Beat it before I call security.
Okay, okay. Let me know if you change your mind.
(SCOFFS) Can you believe that guy?
Total creep. But it doesn't explain
why Dorsal Foot came this way.
(RUSTLING)
If you're seeing if I changed my mind,
the answer is, "Yeah, right!"
(GROWLS)
Uh-oh.
(TEETH CHATTERING)
Oh, I was waiting for Fred to say it. Run!
(GROWLING)
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
Every single time.
(YELPING)
(CONTINUES GROWLING)
Welcome to Fathom Your Feet!
The beachside shoe stand for all your beachside shoe-standing needs.
-(GROWLS) -We treat feet sweet.
First time? Oh, yes! I see evolution kinda snuck up on you there, huh?
-Don't worry! We're here to help! -Size 14 in shark.
I've got just the thing.
For the elegant walking shark about town,
nothing says class like hot pink stiletto pumps!
Oh, they are so you!
Go on, try 'em out!
(GROWLS)
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
(GROWLING)
(ROARS)
(BOTH PANTING)
We made it.
I hope Shaggy and Scooby weren't devoured by...
Your feet!
House rule 17,
the kittens cry 'cause there's sand inside.
It's a beach house, Daphne.
(BOTH PANTING)
Like, fortunately for us, sharks can't run in high heels.
(THROAT CLEARS)
(CLOCK TICKING)
Fred! Uh, hi!
-What are you doing, uh... -Out of bed?
-Because, uh... -Like, everything's fine.
-So you can, uh... -Stare at us suspiciously.
We're good! All good!
"Good" being the word that describes us.
Okay, then.
Goodnight.
ALL: Goodnight!
(CLOCK CONTINUES TICKING)
ALL: Whew.
(ALL GASP)
-Goodnight. -ALL: Goodnight!
(ALL SIGH)
(GRUNTING)
♪ Sandwich, big sandwich
♪ Build that sandwich high
♪ Sandwich, big sandwich
♪ Up into the sky
♪ Sandwich, big sandwich
♪ Towering above
♪ Sandwich, big sandwich
♪ Piled high with
♪ Love ♪
Like it was nice of Daph and Velma to let us keep an eye on Fred
while they went off to look for clues on horror beach.
-(LAUGHS) -All filler, no killer.
(CREAKS AND BANGS)
That sound came from Fred's room!
Maybe we should check it out.
SHAGGY: ♪ Sandwich, big sandwich
SCOOBY-DOO: ♪ Up the stairs we tread
♪ Sandwich, big sandwich
♪ Gonna check on Fred ♪
(SNORING)
-BOTH: Aw. -Shh.
-(THUDDING) -(CLATTERING)
(SNORING CONTINUES)
BOTH: Hmm?
-Fred? -You okay, Freddy-boy?
(BOTH YELP)
Uh-oh.
Okay, this is where we last saw Dorsal Foot.
I'm just gonna say it.
That's the worst name I've ever heard for anything.
(CREAKING)
(VOICE ECHOES) No pictures!
Let's follow him.
Where'd Langdale go?
He was definitely heading back this way!
-He was? -(BOTH SCREAM)
Are you saying Jack Langdale is walking around outside?
I can't believe I missed it!
If Potts didn't know Langdale was coming this way,
-why was he here? -(SIGHS) I don't know.
None of this makes sense.
Everything just feels off without Fred around.
Well, fortunately, Fred is around.
Unfortunately, he's up there!
(GASPS)
Fred, come down!
We're supposed to be keeping an eye on you!
No! I see what's going on here.
We had one job!
SHAGGY: Like, come on, Fred, don't make us come up there after you!
SCOOBY-DOO: Because we won't!
(GASPS)
(WHIMPERING)
Fred! Please! Come back inside!
What, Scoob?
(GROWLING)
Fred! Stay up there! Remain on the roof.
(BOTH YELPING)
(CONTINUES GROWLING)
(SIGHS) It's just like Mother always says,
"If the roof's where you climb, I'll be too angry to rhyme."
(YELPING)
Yikes!
(BOTH CONTINUE YELPING)
-What's happening? -Things went south.
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(BOTH SHRIEK)
♪ Everyday, I'm looking your way
♪ Trying to catch your glance
♪ Trying to say all of the ways
♪ I wish I was your man
♪ I felt this comin' and I see the signs
♪ Somehow I always knew
♪ It was nothing but a matter of time
♪ Until I'd be with you
Ah!
(GRUNTS)
♪ Hey, hey, hey, you're the one I'm after
♪ Wait, wait, wait, now you're running faster
♪ No matter what it takes doesn't really matter
♪ I know you and I are ever after ♪
(FEET SKIDDING)
Whoa!
(ALL SIGH)
ALL: Like, Fred!
That's still not Fred, Scooby!
Ignore them, Fred.
Like, face it, Scoob, we lost Fred.
Then again, we also lost Dorsal Foot.
Then again, we made sure Fred doesn't know about Dorsal Foot,
so he's in even more danger.
Not to mention the poor people out there
whom poor Fred is leaping on trying to rip off their masks.
Plus we broke every single one of Mother's house rules.
And I care!
Who knew house rules were hereditary?
And, uh...
Technically, we're not supposed to touch this.
So what would Fred do now?
I don't know. Fred?
I think without Fred here, our dynamic is all mashugana!
Well, maybe Fred's annoying, myopic laser focus
on solving mysteries is actually a good thing.
Wait, that's it.
Who knows why Fred is so driven
to solve mysteries? Who cares?
Fred's our friend! The only thing we need to be driven to do is help him.
You're right. And the only way to help him is to...
ALL: Solve the mystery.
-Okay, clues! -There's some kind of connection
between Dorsal Foot and Jack Langdale's house.
The pizza guy's suspicious.
Agreed. Charlie Potts the paparazzi, seems to appear at every dead-end.
Yeah, and like what about Fred?
He may be a sleep-deprived, paranoid, manic danger
to himself and others, but he never misses a clue!
Maybe he actually saw something that made him run!
What could he have seen?
(GASPS)
Jack Langdale's house.
In fact, because of all the tall bushes and trees,
this is really the only vantage point where...
(GASPS) Oh, no!
Daphne! That's the answer!
Guys, it's time to throw a little chum in the water.
We have a shark to catch.
Like, okay, Scoob, let's get some
great exclusive shots of Jack Langdale.
We're gonna make zillions.
(GROWLING)
We're gonna need a bigger...
(GROWLING)
-Zoinks! -Zoinks!
Yeah, that's the one.
-(ROARS) -(CAMERAS CLICKING)
-(GROANS) -(YELPS)
Run!
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
(YELPING)
Here they come!
(BOTH YELPING)
(FEET SKIDDING)
(GROWLING)
(ALL WHIMPERING)
(ALL GASP)
How did he know?
Well, guys, it's the end of the line.
In case I never get the chance again, I just want to say,
"We failed and are about to be eaten."
Back at you, buddy.
(GROWLING)
Huh?
Got him.
(SIRENS BEEPING)
Uh, so, do we need to call a marine biologist or something?
No, Officer, this is no shark.
ALL: Bellington!
Exactly! The butler did it.
But, Fred, how did you know?
I may be tired, but I'm always aware of my surroundings.
I could tell from Bellington's nervous body language
that he didn't want us in the house.
Specifically he didn't want me in that particular room.
I recognized famous actor Jack Langdale next door
looking paranoid about his privacy.
Only my window had a clear view of him.
And Bellington clearly didn't want me to notice.
DAPHNE: Exactly! Charlie Potts wanted to get
a picture of Langdale to sell for a fortune.
He offered me a percentage to take a photograph, but I refused.
He'd offered Bellington the same deal before, and he took it.
Unfortunately, getting the photograph of Langdale proved difficult.
Langdale closed his curtains and used secret passages to come and go unseen.
DAPHNE: That's why Bellington decided to use the legend of Dorsal Foot,
to scare away all the paparazzi competition and buy more time.
FRED: There was clearly a mystery you guys were trying to solve.
Since you thought I was too far gone to trust,
I had to improvise.
What you didn't know was that Bellington was listening to your plan,
so he was able to avoid the trap.
He wasn't so lucky with mine.
(GROWLS)
But, Bellington, why did you do it?
I'm a butler, Miss Blake. It's in my genes.
Plus you know, money.
-Oh, yeah, of course, money. I get it. -Totally justifiable.
Fred, I apologize for not trusting you.
Not telling you what was going on put you as well as all of us in danger.
Welcome back, real Fred!
Ah.
Now it's time for you, Fred Jones, to get some real rest.
But not in that room.
We're not supposed to be in there and, honestly, it's been driving me crazy!
So... Fred?
(SNORING)
(SOFTLY) Scooby-Dooby-Doo!